Laundry and Hidden Photos
The first order of business was laundry.
Heading toward the laundry room, a mountain of clothes greeted her. Most of it was sportswear and towels, but the underwear mixed in among the pile was the problem.
“Ugh, let’s try not to look…”
Yusom squinted, closed her eyes, and picked up the underwear anyway. Briefs, thongs… the variety was extensive.
“Well, at least since three of us live here, it’s good I don’t know who wears what.”
From loud leopard-print thongs to tight, clinging red briefs.
Yusom couldn’t tell whose taste this was. No matter which of the three she tried to map it to, she felt like she might throw up, so she shook her head repeatedly.
“Let’s just throw them in the washer quickly.”
As she tugged one piece of underwear out from between the clothes, Yusom was momentarily startled by how firm men’s underwear was.
Women’s underwear tended to be soft in texture, but men’s briefs had spandex, giving them a swimsuit-like feel. It was strange.
“What am I, analyzing this? I must be crazy.”
Her face felt hot for no reason. Yusom tried her best not to look at the underwear as she shoved the laundry into the machine.
After adding detergent and pressing the start button, she moved on to the next course: cleaning the rooms.
The first was Gang-bin’s room.
As expected, the inside was a mess. Sportswear was spread across the bed instead of covers, and comic books, magazines, and empty soda cans rolled around on the floor.
True to his status as a Taekwondo athlete, a sandbag and exercise equipment sat in one corner of the room.
“You should clean up and live.”
Yusom started cleaning quickly. It wasn’t hard; the art department’s shared room was incredibly dirty, so this level of cleaning was nothing to her.
“Was Oppa Gang-bin’s dobok this big?”
Picking up the uniform, Yusom sighed unconsciously. Naturally, Gang-bin’s body came to mind.
Ha Gang-bin. He possessed the ideal physique women preferred most, sculpted with so-called “small muscles.”
Yusom suddenly remembered Cha-ah’s words. The advice to observe a real man’s body as a reference.
“Oppa Gang-bin’s body is really pretty.”
Muscles that weren’t excessive but sat firmly in place. Especially the abs and sleek waistline slightly visible through the dobok were admirable.
Broad shoulders and long limbs optimized for fast, graceful Taekwondo movements.
A body where power, flexibility, and agility were in perfect harmony.
It was the kind of body that would make readers go wild if drawn as the male lead of an action webtoon.
“Seems like it could be reference material.”
Vacuuming the dust off the floor, Yusom nodded.
Just as Cha-ah said, thinking of a real person made inspiration spring forth wildly.
Next, she moved to Teo’s room.
His room was surprisingly tidy.
The bookshelf held bows and arrows, along with the medals and trophies he had received over the years, neatly arranged. A target board hung on one wall.
Like his personality, the room felt calm and static.
“Oppa Teo’s lines are really pretty.”
Dusting off the bookshelf, Yusom thought of Teo’s face. Until middle school, adults often mistook Han Teo for a girl.
Now, anyone could see he was clearly a man, but because he was so beautifully made, his appearance remained a complex for Teo.
“But Oppa Teo isn’t just pretty-faced; he’s a man in body too.”
Teo’s body was different from Gang-bin’s or Eun-geon’s.
Archery was a sport that required extreme focus and precise muscle control.
His body had no unnecessary muscle; only the back and shoulder muscles needed to draw and hold the bowstring were delicately developed.
Overall, he was slim with a straight posture and flawless balance.
Like a well-made ball-jointed doll, every single line gave an elegant, refined impression.
Especially his profile when concentrating on shooting was beautiful enough to capture the crowd’s gaze instantly.
Sometimes, foreign spectators could be heard exclaiming, “Beautiful.” In a way, he played a part in introducing Eastern beauty.
“Oppa Teo was super popular with gay guys too.”
Teo had said he hated his popularity crossing gender lines with a shiver, but whatever. It wasn’t Yusom’s business.
“This place is done too.”
Cleaning while letting her mind wander, she finished earlier than expected.
Finally… Eun-geon’s room remained. The one she was most reluctant to enter.
Yusom took a deep breath and opened the door. True to being a swimmer, a faint smell of disinfectant wafted from inside.
“Seems cleaner than I thought?”
She had expected it to be the dirtiest, but Eun-geon’s room didn’t seem to have much to clean.
Should I say there’s no sense of living at all? It felt like he barely came home.
Several photos were laid out on the desk.
“Huh? This is… a photo I haven’t seen.”
Well, she hadn’t seen him in over four years since she went to university, so it was natural to have new photos.
There were several friends in the photos she didn’t know. There was even a female actress she liked, which surprised her inwardly.
Suddenly, Eun-geon’s position felt like it was on another level, so being in his room felt unfamiliar.
“…Isn’t this the ad photo from yesterday?”
Given Eun-geon’s personality, who hated embarrassment, he wouldn’t keep pictorials around. It looked like he left them there just to check, since the ad was recent.
Looking closely, the ad contained unreleased B-cut images, and his nudity was revealed as is.
Just like his appearance when active as an athlete, he was wearing only swimwear-sized briefs.
“…Even looking again, the ad is too lewd. Weird he approved it.”
Baek Eun-geon. His body was, quite simply, “overwhelming.” Shoulders broadened by swimming spread out like the Pacific Ocean, ignoring human proportions.
A back muscle dropping in an inverted triangle, split chest muscles, and a distinct six-pack.
A perfect physique optimized for cutting through water, with no extra bits.
Especially his shoulders and back were unique even compared to other athletes.
The line connecting from the scapula to the trapezius and deltoids was like folded giant wings, at least two spans wider than most athletes.
The movement of muscles writhing every time he stretched his arms was art in itself.
As an art student, Yusom couldn’t help but marvel at those unrealistic proportions and muscle forms.
It was a different dimension from a normal man’s body.
“It is pretty when drawn like this.”
Damn, why did Baek Eun-geon’s body have to be the best reference material!
It was a body that looked like it had been copied straight from the male body types trending in webtoons lately.
Shoulders wide, thigh muscles visible in detail, but legs long like two meters. Yet, without breaking human proportions.
It was shocking that such a body existed in reality. Plus, his head was so small he looked like a ten-head proportion.
Yusom wanted to just call him a proportion freak, but she had to admit his superior appearance.
“…Pictorials are reference material too. I’ll take them since they’re trash anyway.”
Eun-geon wouldn’t even notice if they were gone. The ad was recent, and since they were unofficial materials, they wouldn’t be distributed to people, so it was a huge waste to throw them in the trash.
“Clean up roughly and leave.”
*Whirrr.* Yusom ran the vacuum and lightly swept the bookshelves and display cabinets with a duster.
Then, she secretly gathered the pictorial photos and opened the door.
But as soon as she came out of the room, she ran straight into Eun-geon.
“…Huh? Oppa Eun-geon?”